I have a passive skill.

He didn't know the meaning of returning like this.

Cenchov desperately held back all the high-end white-clothed combat power so that it would not interfere with other battlefields.

Sang Qiye stopped Gou Wuyue with only one person's strength, for the purpose of leaving a way out for the eight masters?

As Haitang'er said before, it's come to this point, how can we go back?

This time, the painstaking efforts put in by many parties will be wasted in vain?

First seat, when did you become so hypocritical?

Seeing the way forward, one step at a time, the haggard voice without any hesitation, Haitang'er couldn't help shouting.

"The battle is over!"

He looked at the broken mountain in the distance, that sword intent, that scorching breath...

Also, that arrow!

Going back now, even the corpses will not be recovered, only two more lives will be lost!

"Do you have a sword?"

The eight gods didn't turn their heads, and a calm voice came from the front.

Haitang'er's heart trembled.

He knew that the three swords of Hua Changdeng in the past not only killed an era, but also killed the ruler of that era who was tired of holding the sword again.

But now, what did he hear?

sword?

"No sword!"

Haitang'er's voice trembled a little.

"Even if you have a sword, you can't pick it up."

"The road you chose, do you want to give up halfway?"

"Just because of the second child, just because of Gou Wuyue, just because of this little fight?"

"Do you know what you forgot?"

Haitang'er roared: "The real decisive battle is waiting for you in the back, without you, it won't work!"

Click.

The eight statues in front of him stopped, and he turned his head slowly.

"Begonia."

"Let's go?" Haitang'er's voice softened. Although it was one word, the meaning in the words was more like "Now that you've figured it out, come with me?"

Bazun shook his head slightly.

"Haitang'er, it's not that I forgot, it's that you are used to it."

"Wait, lurk..."

"We have been brewing and accumulating for too long, too long."

The eight gods raised their heads and looked at the broken sky. There were endless vicissitudes in their cloudy eyes. It seemed that the will of a lifetime had also been stained with dust by time.

But the words are loud and loud.

"Just like this flower."

He pointed to the crabapple at his feet, and said: "If you don't have the ability to spend all your time with it, then you will never know whether the most glorious moment you have seen and thought belongs to it is really true."

"Just like this hand!"

He spread the palms of both hands again, and his eight fingers trembled slightly, "As you can see, it is no longer as stable and stable as it was yesterday, but it has no sword and can't hold a sword. How can it mean that the ending is really just like this?"

The eight masters stared straight ahead at Haitang'er, pondered for a moment, and said earnestly:

"There is nothing in this world that allows you to meet it in the most perfect state of preparation."

"When the time is up, it is time."

"When the time comes, I can no longer refuse."

"If you can really see the brilliance of flowers and the fullness of human life, then you have given everything of yourself... In other words, you have prepared everything, so you can see the ending you want."

"But is the ending interesting? Is it really what you want to see?"

Haitang'er lowered her head.

He agrees with the first seat, but it doesn't mean he can accept it.

This time, if you make a move without preparing for perfection, the possible price will be that you will lose everything!

Bazun laughed, he knew what the other party was thinking.

"You are too extreme and too perfectionist."

"Not every step of life has to be measured to the same standard, and not everything in the world is just and not."

"Man, there is actually a third choice."

Haitang'er raised her eyes, her eyes were full of coldness, "Really? You haven't devoted your whole life, have you? How do you know the ending?"

"I don't know, but I can create, that's what I've been doing, isn't it?"

"Created with what?"

"With hands, with body, with will, with everything that can be used, with half-prepared preparations..."

Ba Zunwen gave many answers, and finally said after a meal: "Facing, not turning your back!"

With a bang, Haitang'er's heart contracted suddenly.

This is saying that he...

escape?

He gritted his teeth and wanted to refute.

"Put me down."

The eight monks pointed to the ruined mountain forest road below.

The place was devastated and desolate, and was swept away by the aftermath of the battle in the Eight Palaces, with all the roots and trees broken, broken branches and stones.

"Oh."

Haitang'er reluctantly let him go.

Click.

As soon as the eight gods fell to the ground, they stepped on a dead branch.

He bowed his head.

Haitang'er also lowered her head following his gaze.

Fragment...

Does this imply something?

Haitang'er felt that the sky was about to turn gray, and her whole body was shrouded in gloom and sorrow.

He couldn't persuade the chief seat at all!

Ba Zunfan moved away, seemed to think of something, and squatted down thoughtfully.

He picked up the dry branch that was broken in half, only about the length of his forearm, and looked at it for a long time.

"The first seat?"

Haitang'er looked at the direction of the battle situation behind him.

If you don't leave, Bai Yi will really catch up.

Bazun got up and looked side by side with him.

"The battle is not over." He suddenly whispered.

Haitang'er was startled when she heard the words, and it took a long time to realize that the first one was responding to what she just said, the battle between Gou Wuyue and the second child was over.

"Can you see it?" He was a little curious.

"Invisible."

The eight statues know how to look into the distance.

With only acquired cultivation base, he was covered with injuries and illnesses, and all he could see was the dilapidated sky.

Whoosh.

With a quick swipe of the dead branch in his hand, there was a tiny sound of breaking wind.

The corner of Bazun's lips twitched, and a smile appeared on his face.

"but I know……"

"The battle has just begun."

……

the other side.

call out!

The arrows of the evil bow go and return.

Obviously, Gou Wuyue's sword "Time Sequence Reversal" was not strong enough to completely affect the two domains.

After the arrow flew back and disappeared from the sky, it shot towards it suddenly with an incomparable force.

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

Old Sang sighed.

He never thought that his newly recruited apprentice could cause such serious harm to one of the Seven Sword Immortals in the mainland.

It is true that Gou Wuyue is a sword fairy and Taixu.

But on this continent, cultivation does not determine everything.

At least, he was not born with a sacred body, nor had he ever exercised his physical body. The Taixu body that had been transformed by the power of heaven was completely unable to withstand the damage of that punch.

"What kind of boxing technique?"

Sang Lao didn't delve into it.

This is Xu Xiaoshou's own chance.

He knew that his apprentice had many ideas, many secrets, and more opportunities.

That punch, if it was him who faced it, would actually be a bit of a shock, even though he is the king's body.

But no matter what, Xu Xiaoshou had already done too much in this battle.

Even beyond the "any" that he needs to bear in his current state!

This battle, which can't even be ranked as the number one, is not something that a junior like him should face at all.

What he was supposed to do was to defeat his peers in all kinds of arenas in a graceful and calm manner!

"Love the common people..."

Looking up at the arrow shooting down from the sky, Sang Lao spread his hands.

After losing Gou Wuyue's obstruction, he easily collected his apprentice's body that was blown back by a punch and exploded into several sections.

And before he, the veritable successor of Jinzhao.

Even if there is only one breath left, even as long as he doesn't die for too long, he has several ways to take people back from the hands of the god of death.

"Snapped!"

Grabbing Xu Xiaoshou's half-cracked head, Sang Lao faced the wound and slapped a body recovery pill with his palm.

In a flash.

Xu Xiaoshou's muscles began to split and grow wildly.